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Dec 2013 · 686
Look up!
Gabriel Dec 2013
As the sun passes a million brighter stars, there seems to be no illumination, for space is all black, but when the curtain is pulled back, we can see as if we produce a similar articulation. And as galaxies collide, and gloriously divide, into life more vibrant than ever, to see a nebulae derived from the very death of those bodies.  

But then back on a small planet, the most ridiculous enchantment, this third rock that travels so precarious in its position. With what seems like little transition, but always on the brink of extinction, although never any closer then the day before.

The endless hopes of irresistible dreams, often holding us till we scream, till we breath the air of reasoning, wisdom, truth to find the greater meaning which is offered up as proof. Cause no matter the tools you trade with, or how you chew the fat, the space around you remains black, until the curtain is pulled back.

We search the world for meaning, for universal truth, but we forget to look in front of us, its underneath our boot. The ant that moves your dirt around, the cockroach that shares your food, you shouldn't search for meaning when God treats you like a stool.

A black hole will take the light and never give it back, and this is the same as when murderers attack, for they steal a life and never give it back all things are found in nature, just check your docket stack. But then people are as bright and warm as the sun, and some have the gravitational pull of the largest planets, giving us balance.

The sun was the start and is the end of our glorious existence, which we will never see in our blink of a pittance of life. But the spirit, the soul, that will journey on to systems more bright, we see there is no curtain in sight and we are on an endless flight, where we rise above our spirit.

To a harmonious place with love as the only exchange rate, and hate is left for obvious reasons, but often annoyed, that people have so little joy, in merely gazing up into the ever after. And while ipads are fun, and google sky map has it by the ton, your eyes...are the best judge of amazing.

Look up!!
Dec 2013 · 835
Sonnet to Her....
Gabriel Dec 2013
Infinite sensations on an endless path, the greatest feeling I wanted to last.
The deepest passion, in the darkest of ways, I brought her to her threshold of pain.
An overwhelming intensity like the deepest ocean so vast, often over far too fast.
Being inside her, feeling her light, embracing her until the start of my refrain.
As we reach the zenith, that moment in time, where she begins to realize, her pleasure is mine.
So while assumptions of two ships on their individual courses, caring little to please the other,
Is actually his inner desire, devoted entirely to her inner delight for as long as she designs.
But as stars disappear and light forces dark to find cover, I realizes I am not yet her lover.
I search for a meaning, a reason, or a sign, that will give me a clue as to the reason for this fate,
Although we merely spent a cycle of the moon, your beauty yet controls me, and makes of me the fool.
But the sun is always shining, greeting your face, as you turn away waving at a quickening rate.
And in the cool of the morning, and like in an out matched duel, she leaves behind the jewel.
   Nevertheless, in the wisest judgment, one can hardly blame her for her barbarous display,
   For she kept the secret, a pivotal point to say, she had another lover, I was merely for the day.
Dec 2013 · 675
Mustering guts
Gabriel Dec 2013
Capitalizing on the cuts, Trench deep, hiding painful emotions as they seep. Playing peekaboo with blood that seems to trickle through veins, wishing only for it to course like the floodwaters of torrential rains. A noose tightly wrapped with imaginary hate, contemplating as a never blunted edge waits. Wanting only to release what cannot escape from inside, slowly deciding if it's worth it to.......try.

— The End —